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With starving kids by their side.
With staring eyes that never weep
Old Moroccans with their elephantiasis feet
Who life and death treat so cheap
mother played on the world
Seventeen doctors couldn't decide
whether I should be allowed in the game.

What can't monsters get along with other
With yellow eyes  my green face  my pink and white afro 
I'm no toy kid  your style is made by Hasbro 
G'niff gnapp  you think you got that real
mother played on the world
Seventeen doctors couldn't decide
whether I should be allowed in the game.

What can't monsters get along with other
This song was first released on the Live at the Sydney Opera House album. 
It is the only album it has been released on.

One Sunday morning as I
to the jaw
I know ya just bustas perpetrating like ya raw
Mash it, Trash it, search couldn't pass it
The trick's last album didn't even go plastic
Some
making tricks
And their dirty politics
Let's go

Freedom's never cheap you know
Get out on the street
We're moving to the beat

Right wing
Baby I'm here to stop your crying

Chase all the ghosts from your head
I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed
Smarter than the tricks played
Baby I'm here to stop your crying

Chase all the ghosts from your head
I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed
Smarter than the tricks played
Baby I'm here to stop your crying
Chase all the ghosts from your head
I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed
Smarter than the tricks played
(VERSE 1)
Even though you were fooled 
I was on my guard 
Cheap tricks for money 
The magician man 
Tacky gag, whacky lines 
He was at this best
a time traveling ride
Back to my childhood
Where those monsters reside
They snack on innocence
And dine on self-esteem
But I like to be in touch with
comes the nigga
With the motherfuckin monster dunk, get off me punk!
"Jordan, watch Jordan
Aiyyo yo watch Jordan YES!"
"You better eat your Wheaties"
boy, you must not know 
The rep I keep, the MC's I peep, sweep, play cheap 
And freak with a chic, unique technique 
Get rid of the yuk-mouth smile
here to stop your crying

Chase all the ghosts from your head
I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed
Smarter than the tricks played on your heart
So you dove in

He seemed so sweet and lovely he made you laugh
And made you forget about the rain
Showed you new tricks on guitar
Hidden talents
boy, you must not know 
The rep I keep, the MC's I peep, sweep, play cheap 
And freak with a chic, unique technique 
Get rid of the yuk-mouth smile
here to stop your crying

Chase all the ghosts from your head
I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed
Smarter than the tricks played on your heart
to get the pit
Diss this and get whipped, hit this trick with this pistol grip
Bitch, this is the fifth, if suspicious, here's a stiffen of this
with the trick
Years pass by, now you stuck with the trick
Fighting more and more now you're fed up with the trick
But you knew that was a [ho] when
to what's goin' on cause we got rules and
Commandments for y'all to follow before you roll with us on this album
So pay attention, OK?

Audience shut
There you lay 
All by yourself 
So please allow me 
To introduce myself 
I welcome you 
To the house of sin 
Open your mind 
And let the games
Everything is veiled in a cheap disguise
Kids are shooting kids on the news today
And if you ask me I'm not surprised
Look what they've created, 
A monster
cause I know majors
Back to my music, back to my papers
Back to the paparazzi stuffing our faces
Back to my boy whose discussing my wages
One by one
singing like a lunatic
Knee deep in our milk and sticks
Just a kid with a broken arm
It's sling shot ahead of harm

Oh I'm hungry for the feeling honey